Of sorts

Millions still seek, 
will climb yon peak 
where gods reside
 — yet who’ll abide 
by vows taken?
 — which forsaken; 
which unbroken; 
whose mere token; 
who’s who of twain?
 — conjecture vain — 
Without a doubt 
many will flout
the golden rule:
choose other schools
of thought and deeds: 
cast lots with creeds 
which lead strange ways
 — where, none can say — 
nor, truly, place
of greater grace.